The Contemporary Renaissance Man

A poem about

The Contemporary Renaissance Man

He is:

Manhood’s champion

Humor’s liaison

Language’s redeemer

Poetry’s muse

Melody’s voice

Book’s reviewer

Story’s creator

Adventure’s alarm

Fatherhood’s defender

Gaming’s assassin

Media’s mediator

And

Apathy’s nightmare.

Jesus Wants Disciples: A Poem About The Church

Jesus wants disciples
Not tourists

He wants your heart
Not souvenirs

If you’re a “Creaster”

You ain’t a Christian

You just have a very weird hobby

The church is the body of Christ

It is not

A moral covey of itinerant therapists

So whether you join or jeer,

Connect or chide,

Submit …or… slink away

When you hop from place to place to place

That’s either

Cancer

or

Prostitution

I Won’t Repent

We scoff at Pharaoh for never relenting
As things just went from bad to worse
But verse by verse (my arguments terse)
I realize Pharaoh was wont to relent

and I won’t repent

Officials, magicians, convened: convincing
But weekends and downtime are tense
Pharaoh wouldn’t let the people go
I won’t let go of the plagues

Is it a hard heart
or a cool head
That renders benign my affection?

Is it a new normal
or ignorance of Eden
that makes me OK with the stench?

My sorrow simply longs for respite
While my mind, soul, and strength
want to make it right

My heart is the hard one to break

(Exodus 7-9)